And if you think Centurian is going to just sit back and let some flying angel threaten his mom and new friends, you've got another thing coming...
With all the might his dice has given him, Centurian soars into the air and rams into the angel head on, jostling him upward and away from the people below. As Islington sails through the rainy sky Centurian wonders if he really is starting to get used to this, or if some monsters are just easier to control than others. He has no time to ponder, however. Islington stops in the air and regains his composure, the fire of his sword burning with rage.
The dragon imparts his aged wisdom to the dice keeper. Centurians eyes widen.
Fire! Centurian understands, but doubts he can do it. Quickly, the dragon takes over, inhales deep, and exhales the same fire that, in an era passed, destroyed kingdoms and widowed the wives of knights.
With an easy swoosh of his sword, Islington bats the fire away.
Registered Member 552: Hybrid, you see anything?
Hybrid (squinting his eagle eyes): They're too high up. All I can see are lights.
Registered Member 552: Same here.
Midnight Spectre 2.0: Centurian is giving him a good fight... but I'm afraid he won't last much longer alone.
Hybrid: You can see all the way up there?
Midnight Spectre 2.0 (to Brit): He needs our help.
Britannica: TTT, can you do anything?
The Time Trust (laying Mrs. Henderson gently on the ground): I've tried but something must be jamming my powers.
Britannica: Midnight and Hybrid, you're our two fliers--
Ace: What about Spandex?
Registered Member 552 (crouched over Spandex's body): He's a mess.
The Time Trust: But he's alive?
Registered Member 552 (poking key points on Spandex's body): Barely, and frankly, I'm amazed. Even after a battle with an angel and a fall like that... I'd doubt even Midnight could--
Midnight walks over to the felled hero.
Midnight Spectre 2.0: Let me try.
Hybrid: Oh, you've gotta be kidding!
Ace: Trust me, Hybrid, Midnight doesn't kid.
Midnight slams his palms together and concentrates.
Meanwhile Nuriko and the others continue their struggle against an army of Agent Smiths...
The Time Trust: Look, Nuriko, the mall is the least of our concerns.
Nuriko: Listen I don't know who you are, but angel of death or no angel of death, the mall is always a concern!
The Time Trust: You are a strange little girl.
The two continue punching and kicking agents, but there are just too many of them.
Stupid Dogg: Look out!
With The Time Trust safely behind him, Dogg covers the ground between him and the agents with liquid virus. Every agent jumps back in fear while the heroes back away, allowing Dogg to cover more and more area.
Tommy (his hair glistening in the moonlight): That won't hold 'em for long.
Stupid Dogg: It won't have to. Blink us out of here.
The Time Trust: I can't!
Stupid Dogg: What do you mean you can't? You blinked me into this mess, now blink us out, I, Robot.
Chessmaster: Umm... guys.
One agent jumps the distance and nearly makes it to Stupid Dogg's throat, but Trust catches him face first in time.
The Time Trust: I'm an android, not a robot.
Stupid Dogg: Don't let him touch the virus.
The Time Trust (holding Agent Smith 547 by his face in the air): What?
Stupid Dogg: Throw him back. They're networked. If one catches the virus, they all do, and I can't risk that. That's why you need to get us outta here.
The Time Trust (throwing him back): I've tried but something must be jamming my powers.
Nuriko: Why not?! They're trying to kill us, aren't they?
Stupid Dogg says nothing, but continues spraying. Then, he stops.
Stupid Dogg: Crap! I'm running out!
Tommy (his eyes sparkling like the stars): What does that mean.
Stupid Dogg: It means RUN!
And they do...
A dark blue glow emanates from the inch under Midnight's hands as they hover the surface of Spandex's body. The JLR watch on as the lives of a teammate above and a teammate below hang in the balance.
Fused: So.. uhhh... anybody got a song they wanna hear?
JLR:
Fused: What'd I say?
Ace: Hey, you got any Diana Ross?
Fused and the rest of the JLR:
Ace: Well, ya see, what happened is... La Machine gave me his CD and--
Britannica: What's that?
Hybrid: Now THAT I CAN see. It's a pink convertible heading straight toward us. There's a funny looking guy driving. There's a pretty, young girl sitting in the front passenger seat--
Wednesday: I call first dibbs!
Hybrid: Chessmaster's in the back seat with a funny looking guy with a big gun. And another guy who looks exactly like The Time Trust!
The Time Trust: Oh, well everything makes sense now!
The car comes to a screaching halt in front of the team. Finally, the The Time Trust in the back seat sees the The Time Trust standing in the rain.
The other The Time Trust: Oh, well everything makes sense now!
Everyone Else:
